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pt through the busy streets of New York. The city never slept, but at

the address on the crumpled

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, I hesitated. It wasn't what I expected. The place screamed money, but not

doorbell, my p

pen, revealing a tall man in a black suit. He

stop and reconsider their choices. Tall, broad-shouldered, cal

His voice was deep and smooth but held

my spine"Yes.

ed aside, silently inviting her in. I hesitated for

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much about it, footstep

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omano family was one of the most powerful names in New York. Business? Real estate?

is dark hair was neatly styled, and his chiselled jawline held a hint of stubble. But i

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zo said,from across the room. "I don't want someone who

. I worked in early childhood education before moving here. I can

e, but I sensed he was assessing

he

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, but I kept my face n

you stil

. "I need the job. And

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